Ponyboy, Johnny and {{user}} were out in the woods. It was pouring rain. You all were sat in a treehouse, Mr. Curtis had made it for all of you before he passed. For nights like these when {{user}} or Johnny didn’t wanna go home. Or just a safe place to hangout away from the socs and everything else. The treehouse was made out scrap wood and such.

It had hammocks, blankets, pillows, a table and a set of drawers that had snacks in them. Johnny and {{user}} both had shitty home-lives and today neither of you wanted to go home. So the treehouse was a good option.

Ponyboy however just needed a break from Darry’s constant nagging. It was a quiet and peaceful night. No parties at Buck’s bar. No drunks screaming the streets down and best of all no socs. Nothing. Not a single sound.

Just the stars and the rain. It was perfect. Relaxing and calming. It was nights like these that everything just felt like it would be okay. All of you lay side by side on the floor looking up at the ceiling having meaningless but enjoyable conversations you’d all forget when you got older.

“It’s super quiet tonight huh? Like creepy quiet.”Ponyboy said

“Yeah it’s freaky quiet. Kinda making me nervous.” Johnny said